Sorry for the extremely late reply, but i thought i'd tell you about one that happened today. it kinda made me laugh.
I had to get up early for therapy today, which usually means a lot of interrupted sleep. one or two hours at a time, at most. that usually results in some really odd reality-dream mixing. after waking up and going back to sleep again, i woke up to find myself in the car with my mum. she explained that she was taking me away somewhere nice, to get away from it all, and didn't think therapy was helping any more. I kept protesting, and saying that i had to go to therapy today, and that i'd miss it and all. she didn't seem too interested though, and i honestly didn't mind much. i was glad of the chance to sleep. I fell asleep in the car, and when i next 'woke up' i was in Cornwall, in some nice little cottage by a farm. My grandma was there (which probably should have been a good dream indicator - she's dead) and we ended up having a lovely time. I'd guess we spent a week or so there. walks along shorelines and cliffs, sleeping in a comfy bed, eating scones and swimming in the ice cold sea. although i'm summing it up quickly, the individual days passed slowly, and I really loved being able to relax, away from the world and my troubles.
On one warm evening, though, while i was talking to my grandma on the sofa, my dream suddenly collapsed as my alarm woke me up. I felt really confused for a minute about why i was suddenly at home again, before working out it was a dream. While i was doing that, though, another curious thing happened. during that half-asleep time i spend trying to wrench myself out of bed, i was suddenly jerked back awake by the sound of a phone call. i grabbed at my phone, and saw the number from the hospital flash up. they told me that my therapist was ill, and wouldn't be able to make the appointment. bad as it probably is, I felt pretty relieved. after that kind of dream, i really just wanted to sleep. i was still dead tired. i turned over again, and drifted off fairly quickly.
A few hours later, though, i woke up to another surprise. i checked my phone as i got up and saw a handful of missed calls from the hospital, and a voicemail from my therapist asking where i was, and why i missed the appointment. This one really screwed with me. i couldn't work out what the fuarrrk was going on, wasn't she ill? didn't they say my session was cancelled? i checked my call history, to confirm that the call in the morning had actually happened, and couldn't find any trace of it. it slowly dawned on me that the first call, saying my session was cancelled, was also a dream, and that i'd slept straight through it, thinking i was in the clear. I dunno what kind of subconscious feelings i can divine from those experiences, except that the dream gods must've really wanted me to miss therapy today,